chase summary and responce

There is no other way to say it; I am scared. I’m in an advanced language arts class and forgot to do my essay. What will Mrs. W think of me? I can see it now, Mrs. W standing about five foot six, one hundred and twenty-five pounds, brown hair, a smile so bright that it looks like a second sun, and a voice that sounds like a choir of angels, frowning and saying sternly “you’re such a disappointment Jon. You failed me Jon; you failed me you so you will fail this class.” I will not let that happen, I have a free period and a lunch before that class; I can work then. I might not have to deliver the worst news of my high school career. I went through my first three classes hurriedly, mind wandering to how I’m going to complete my essay on time and still get a good grade. Period one I was thinking of a time that I delivered bad news. Second period I put all of my jumbled thoughts into a nice, clean, and orderly fashion. Then in third period I focused entirely on big words; the fancier the words the smarter you sound and the better the description. It is finally my free period, at the moment my nirvana. I raced to the school library as fast as I could, ignoring my best friend’s “hello” in the hallway; he would understand. I finish my run that felt like a mile, but was really about a hundred feet, only to be yelled at by the school librarian. “Don’t run in the halls, you need to put your bag on the counter, no cellphones in the library, I ignored all of this; I was on a mission, and no librarian was going to get in my way on this day. I practically jumped on a computer, its monitor was dirty, the tower was loud, but right now it was my only hope. I started my story with a sentence that catches the eye of the reader. After that I used large words describing me and my flustered state of mind. I was typing like I never typed before; I was going to finish on time; I wasn’t going to have to tell Mrs. W about how I forgot the essay. I spent all period typing, retyping,